Random musings on anything, just the right length to go with a cup of tea.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Every Time I'm Here

I can't help but hear Frank Sinatra every time I turn north onto State Street.

Chicago, ChicagoThat toddlin' townChicago, ChicagoI'll show you around, I love itBet your bottom dollarYou'll lose the bluesIn Chicago, ChicagoThe town that Billy SundayCould not shut downOn State Street, that great streetI just wanna sayThey do things thatThey don't do on BroadwayThey have the timeThe time of their lifeI saw a manHe danced with his wifeIn Chicago, Chicago, my home town

Yeah, I know you're hearing it in your head now too. Better that than "It's a Small World".

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It's taken awhile to realize I'm truly in the middle of the ages. I'm a sometimes grown-up but if you want to walk in the rain without an umbrella, I'm all in. I like cats and reading; writing and cooking; chocolate and playing World of Warcraft; hot tea and hot cocoa; the Iowa Hawkeyes and jazz; counted cross-stitch and Scotland; just sitting on the deck doing nothing but sitting and visiting museums to expand my knowledge; watching the sun come up and standing in a cornfield at night trying to find the constellations. Thanks to rheumatoid arthritis, I'm walking a road I didn't expect to be walking, but I'm trying to make that route fun. You'll find I comment on all sorts of things. Thanks for stopping by.